Downstairs I was wrapped up in talking to people, hearing "I'm so sorry, Mac." or "I'm so sorry for Katrina." a lot of times and it got to me, though I wouldn't show. But inside I was wondering how Katrina was doing.

Downstairs the first were already leaving and I got a little worried, because Katrina wasn't coming down, so I went up and knocked on her door, just to see how she was. And because the door was a bit opened I saw her on her bed with the drugs and sighed a little.

I walk up to, sitting down next to her and wrapped my around her shoulders. "I know you've done things like that in the past... but you were strong enough to quit, let's keep it like that, okay?" I said in a kind tone, not mad.